When I was fourteen, I went to spend the summer with my aunt in Connecticut. I was a relatively introverted boy, and I had planned on spending the summer reading sci fi books, and spending some quiet time alone by the ocean. My aunt had a rather large attic, and she had cleaned it out, and set it up as a bedroom for me. I recall being excited about this because my regular bedroom was small, and cramped. The attic bed was an antique that had been in her family for years, and I can still recall the tall ornate posts and the smell of mahogany and wood polish. Everything was perfect, however; I immediately sensed something was unusual.

It wasn’t until the third night sleeping in the attic that I heard a strange noise. It had begun to rain and, the staccato rhythm of the rain on the roof had put me into an almost hypnotic state. The strange noise grew louder until it I could recognize it as footsteps. I felt my heart start to race, and I desperately glanced about the attic trying to locate the source. The footsteps stopped, and I was frozen in fear, as the attic door swung open.

There, in the doorway, was a woman in a white nightgown, she held a kerosene lantern in one hand. Before I could scream, I recognized the woman as my aunt, and I was greatly relieved. She smiled, and crossed the room. In a quiet, soothing voice, she mentioned that I had grown up, and was almost a man. She set the lantern on the night table. I tried to shift as she sat uncomfortably close to me…close enough to smell her light, floral, perfume, and the ocean air in her clothesline-dried nightgown. Her hands casually touched my bare chest, well manicured nails lightly dancing across my teenage torso. It felt strange…unusual, yet comforting.

She asked me if I had any girlfriends back in New York. I shyly shook my head. She pulled the covers back enough to slide into the bed next to me. Somewhere deep inside, embers of disquieting lust began to glow. She then admitted to me that she had secret. My heart was pounding in my throat, and my mouth went dry.

She leaned close to me, he scent hypnotizing me, and her pile of silken blonde curls spilling onto my chest. “I want you…” she began. I noticed that I could see though her thin nightgown against the backlighting of the lantern. Her firm perky breast was silhouetted perfectly.

“…to go to the HoSho with me.” She finished. I stammered, not even listening to her…”It is what I want too…” I croaked.
I reached for her breasts, but she quickly stood up.
“Get dressed, “ she said, leaving the room.
I sat for a few minutes, body pulsing in the throes of teenage lust wondering what just transpired.